On Lianyun Peak, the Thirty-six Tiangang Great Array was still running, and the dense fog that had originally shrouded the entire mountain and blocked everyone's sight gradually faded, revealing tired bodies and bright smiling faces.

At the same time, led by Qin Shihu, all the personnel of the Heavenly Sword Sect suddenly shouted in the direction where Song Fei was coming, "See the Gang Master." ”

Seinfeld, who was pacing slowly in the void, also showed a comfortable smile, seeing this kind and familiar face, there was always an inexplicable feeling in his heart, this is, home.

Peace of mind is home, as long as he sees them, Seinfeld seems to be able to unload the tiredness of his body, let go of the burden of his heart, and smell the air has a fresh illusion.

"I didn't expect that this kid of yours is not very old, and he is actually the leader of this group of ants, and he is a relatively powerful ant. "The person who spoke was Hu Feng, the first to attack the Heavenly Sword Sect, the two male monks in the Jindan realm.

Seinfeld squinted his eyes slightly, looked at this tall monk with a somewhat long face, suddenly smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I have another identity, I am the king of a group of ants, but you don't have a chance to see it, because you are not qualified." ”

To deal with such a Jindan early stage monk, Seinfeld really didn't need to use a big killing weapon like the Demon Blood Ant.

"Hehe, flamboyant, look at the expressions of the group of ants below, as if you have seen a savior, Lao Tzu wants to see today how you act as their savior and die for me. As Hu Feng spoke, he suddenly had five fingers, and golden mana suddenly poured out from his hands, forming a huge palm around Seinfeld.

Then Hu Feng smiled coldly, his hands were facing Song Fei's direction, and he squeezed hard, and the huge golden palm that surrounded Song Fei suddenly tightened towards Song Fei's burning body like Hu Feng's movements.

"Boy, Lao Tzu wants you mortals to know the difference between Jindan and Zhuji. Hu Feng sneered, turning his head and glancing contemptuously at the crowd below.

The golden palm tightly wrapped around Seinfeld's burning body, forming a fist, Hu Feng pulled it with his hand, and the golden fist suddenly flew towards him, and on the way to this flight, clusters of orange flames kept overflowing from the golden fist.

"Do you still want to resist? Hu Feng raised his eyebrows, and his right hand continued to clench, wrapping Seinfeld's fist, and it was suddenly condensed even tighter.

Hu Feng turned his head to face Qin Shihu and the others of the Heavenly Sword Sect below, and said proudly: "This is your helper, the savior you are looking forward to? In the eyes of Lao Tzu, he is just a waste that can be pinched to death at any time." ”

Originally, Hu Feng thought that when his words fell, the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect below would have negative emotions such as sadness, anger, and disappointment, but he didn't expect that these mortals below who "didn't know the height of the sky" would actually look at him with a gloating expression, and their eyes were full of contempt.

Yes, contempt, these mortals, dare to look down on themselves, and since this is the case, then I will use the wailing of your helper to remind you of the current situation.

Thinking of this, Hu Feng kept outputting his mana, trying to crush Seinfeld's bones with his own mana, making him let out a violent wail, and then see what kind of expressions the people below would have.

The golden fist mark was pinched even tighter, but as it got closer and closer, the orange flame turned out to burn more and more fiercely, and flames continued to erupt and fall on the golden fist.

"Dying throes. Hu Feng sneered, but then, Hu Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, the golden fist that was originally filled with a large amount of mana by him actually had a tendency to become transparent.

In the midst of the golden fist, a lazy and leisurely voice slowly sounded: "Is this the strength of the Jindan monk? ”

"What?" Hu Feng's gaze was firmly fixed on the golden fist in the air, and an incredible look gradually appeared on his face.

The center of the fist, which was still dancing out with flames, suddenly burst into flames, and Hu Feng suddenly found that his golden mana fist began to be gradually dissolved in this orange flame.

The sturdy fist dissolved into a golden liquid like metal, and then the golden liquid quickly disappeared, transforming into the purest aura, and the huge fist was rapidly melting under the burning of the orange fire, like ice cubes in the flames.

It didn't take long for Seinfeld's intact figure in the center of the fist to appear in everyone's eyes again, but the original faint and kind smile was replaced by a sneer of contempt and disdain.

Looking at Seinfeld's contemptuous and disdainful sneer, Hu Feng just showed this expression to the people of the Optimus Sword Sect below, but he didn't expect to be despised by the leaders of these people below in a blink of an eye, which was as uncomfortable for Hu Feng, who originally thought he was high, as uncomfortable as Sengfei slapping his face, and suddenly, Hu Feng's face turned red, and his heart was even more angry, and he smiled fiercely: "Okay, very good, I didn't expect that you could be freed from my confinement." ”

For Hu Feng's words, Seinfeld's sneer was even worse, and then his right hand was raised at a forty-five degree angle to the sky, and the scorching fire power quickly gushed out, and then fanned down fiercely in the direction of Hu Feng.

The orange flame quickly condensed into a huge palm shadow on the side of Hu Feng's head, and then this huge palm fanned down fiercely towards Hu Feng's body.

"I can't help myself. Hu Feng looked in Seinfeld's direction, sneered, and suddenly held his left hand upward, golden mana gushed out from the palm of his hand, and his face was full of contemptuous sneers, as if he was using his smile to tell Seinfeld's stupidity.

At this moment, the monks in the air had already stopped attacking the Heavenly Sword Sect below, and these monks looked at Seinfeld with a smile on their lips, like watching a monkey show, and most of these people's expressions were mocking.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man had a rare smile on his face, and when he saw that Seinfeld, as a foundation building monk, he actually learned from Hu Feng Fangcai and directly used his mana to crush the other party in the Jindan period, this kind of behavior was like an ignorant baby, full of naivety and stupidity.

Looking at this stupid move, the man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks almost laughed out loud, and he found that Senior Brother Fu, who had always looked indifferent, was also looking like a good show at the moment, as if watching a monkey play.

They were all looking forward to what kind of wonderful expression Seinfeld would have if he saw his mana condensed palm being directly slapped away by Hu Feng's palm.

The orange palm fell, and soon approached the palm that Hu Feng held up, at this moment, in everyone's eyes, Hu Feng's hand didn't seem to have any strength, the orange palm slapped violently on the palm of Hu Feng's upward support, and Hu Feng in the air suddenly slapped down like a fly.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang below, and Hu Feng was slapped into a piece of dirt halfway up Lianyun Peak like a sandbag, causing broken grass and dirt to fly.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the expressions of the monks in the air were petrified at this moment, and they looked at Hu Feng who was deep in the mud with dull eyes, and then looked at Seinfeld, who still had a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had fallen into a dream. Only Seinfeld glanced at a few people contemptuously, and smiled coldly: "This idiot, did you send him to be funny?"

Although Seinfeld's slap was slapped on Hu Feng's body, as Hu Feng's companion, he was scolded by Seinfeld with a modern insult, and he suddenly felt a hot pain on his face, as uncomfortable as a slap on their faces just now.

In particular, the man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, his face was squeezed more ugly than crying, and he became very hideous and terrifying, like a rat spirit, and sneered: "You kid is a little weird, but do you think that this way you can fight against our Blood Killing Gate?"

Seinfeld's body stood in the void, facing the gaze of these people as if he was about to breathe fire, pinned his hands behind his back, and said with a faint smile: "Let's go together, don't waste my time, anyway, I won't survive tomorrow, die early, maybe I can catch the last train to Huangquan before dark." ”

"The kid is arrogant. A foundation-building monk in the air said viciously to Seinfeld.

Seinfeld immediately set his eyes on the man's body, and then grabbed the void, and the same move, like Hu Feng, condensed into a huge orange palm beside the man, and then Seinfeld seemed to be easy to pinch, wrapped the man's body tightly, and said disdainfully: "Noise." ”

"The kid is looking for death. The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man was suddenly not calm, just now Seinfeld could slap Hu Feng with one palm, he understood that this person was strange, not that he could look at him with the eyes of an ordinary foundation building monk, and the foundation building monk on his side was probably not his opponent.

Thinking of this, the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man immediately condensed into mana, and the two metal balls glowed with a gray halo, shooting towards Seinfeld like two meteors, but his mouth shouted: "Senior Brother Yang, hold on, I'm here to save you, what are you still doing in a daze, give it all to me." ”

As the two metal balls flew out, the man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks immediately pounced on Seinfeld.

Seinfeld looked coldly at the two metal balls that flew in, his fist immediately clenched to death, and then, a huge scream came from between the orange fists not far away: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh

The monk in the air was surprised to hear the sound, only to see that between the orange fists, a bright red suddenly gushed out from under the fists, pouring down towards Lianyun Peak like a waterfall. With so much blood, I am afraid that it will take all the blood in a person's body to gather. In this way, then Senior Brother Yang he... The warm wind blows, it is the summer wind, warm, blowing on everyone's body at the moment, but it is like pouring ice water, and suddenly it feels cold and cold......